Brie’s POV

I wouldn’t consider myself to be a great poker player; my face normally gives away any and every thought that I could have. My mom used to say that was my tell whenever I lied. She could see guilt or innocence behind my bright eyes.   

Over the years I had developed a poker face, but there were still more times than none that anyone could see right through me. Now was one of those moments, sitting on this idiotic chair across from Dr. Broner.  

I ...